Once.
Twice.
Jaimie howled as the knife was knocked free.
Cash shifted higher, pinning the bastard down as he wrapped his hands around the fucker’s throat.
Squeezing tight.
He couldn’t stop the satisfaction that pulsed at the edges of his consciousness as he watched the life begin to drain from the asshole.
Jaimie kicking and scratching and trying to break out of Cash’s menacing hold, but his attempts slipped away, the same as his breath was beginning to.
Pain suddenly splintered through Cash’s skull as a glass vase shattered against the back of his head.
A flickering blackness threatened to take him under. He blinked, disoriented, though he managed to stagger to his feet.
On a roar, he whirled around.
A blur of color and energy came at him. The only thing he could discern was the wielding of a knife.
He ducked to the side, and the tip of the blade nicked his shoulder.
He didn’t even process what happened as he shoved the person backward.
The way they flew halfway across the room and slammed into a television.
The screen splintered as the person crumbled to the ground.
Confusion held him for a muddled beat as he tried to process what he saw.
Hadley.
It was Hadley.
Daisy’s sister with blood pouring out the back of her head.
Cash bellowed when pain suddenly sliced at an angle across his back. From his right shoulder down into the lower left that was already raw and ruined by the burns.
The slice only incited a new rage.
A new fury when he realized that Hadley had known. That she hadn’t warned them. That she was involved.
He whirled back around to find that fucker Jaimie wasn’t dead.
Any amount of humanity Cash had left disintegrated.
Obliterated in a flashfire of violence.
Before Jaimie had time to prepare himself, Cash had grabbed hold of the bastard’s wrist, turned his hand around, and drove the knife through his jugular.
The blade devouring the flesh.
Blood poured out as the motherfucker’s eyes went wide with the truth that he was going to die.
Clawing at the knife, Jaimie dropped to his knees before he fell face first at Cash’s feet.
There was no relief, only the thirst for more. To enact vengeance. To destroy every last monster that walked the earth.
